(A/N): I had two wild ideas for an only-daughter story for BW so the only way I'll know if anyone likes one over the other is if people review. Thanx!
Abby walked into the apartment, all she needed was to drop off her bag, grab her jacket and then she was gone. "Abbrielle?" She heard walking past the living room. Abby groaned, she didn't want to deal with her mom, not now, she was having a good day. "What?" She called doubling back. In the living room was her mother and another man. The guy was tall and dark, he looked a little familiar to her. His high ranked suit made her want to vomit, he looked like a lawyer.
"Abbrielle this is your father," Abby's mom said.
There was a minute for shock then she redirected her attention to her mother; "I'll be back by two." With that she went to her room dropping off her bag and pulling her coat on.
"Bluebird," her mom said sweetly; "Please go talk to him. He came all this way, and besides he is your father."
"What would I have to say to him? He's a genetic donor not a father," Abby said.
"Please," her mother begged taking her hand.
"Alright," Abby gave in, "Five minutes. I can't believe I'm doing this." She walked into the living room and plopped down on the opposite couch from her father, she hoped that he noticed they were doing perfectly fine without him. They looked at each other for the longest time; "What do you want?" She finally asked.
"To see you," he responded but Abby rolls her eyes at him. "I've been wondering what you were up to since you stopped writing."
Abby ran her fingers through her hair glancing at the clock; "I stopped writing six years ago. You never responded."
"It didn't mean that I didn't read them," he shot back.
"Listen Mr. Wayne, I told my mom I would sit here for five minutes and make small talk, but if you aren't careful you're going to find out the truth. Which I don't think you can handle."
"And what is the truth?"
"That I do not like you, if I hated people you would be at the top of my list. I'm going to be seventeen soon, the last time I talked to you in person I was four. Do you think you can just waltz in here after almost thirteen years?"
"I've been a little busy Abbrielle," he responds; "My work..."
"You went to Paris for three months when I was eight, Mexico when I was ten, Japan almost five years ago, and the UK two years ago; all of them were vacations. You could have come here for a day," she spat narrowing her eyes; "and don't tell me you don't have the money for the plane ticket."
Bruce leaned back not saying anything but broke the silence a few minutes later; "You can go now."
"Thank you," she said then ran out slamming the door.
"That went well Bruce;" Abby's mother said entering the room; "I thought you were a negotiator."
"It's hard to negotiate with a side that already has a firm idea, Hannah," he responds.
"I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to back out," she whispered; "This would be one of Abby's better days."
"I don't back out when I'm needed," he responds.
"Thank you Bruce," she responded; "Abby will be upset when she finds out I'm sending her away."
"Have you told her what you've been going through?" He asks.
"I didn't want to worry her. If things don't go well then she will at least be eased into the new life," Hannah laughed; "Maybe she'll like it so much she won't want to leave."
Bruce nodded, she was trying to hide what was really going on; "You'll make it Hannah."
"I was never as strong as you, Bruce. We need to worry about Abbrielle though, she might believe she is an adult but she's still a child. She needs someone to look out for her."